Emmett was still asleep when we parked outside of the pack building, so I picked him up and carried him to my private elevator. He popped his head up, rubbing his eyes as soon as the doors closed.
“Wow.” He looked at the buildings crawling past us outside the elevator. “We’re going over them.” He reached for the window, and I took a step closer so he could touch it.
“It's one of the tallest buildings in the city,” I explained, “And guess what?”
His green eyes turned to me. “What?” he whispered as if it was a secret.
“We’re going to the very top,” I whispered back.
His eyes went wide, and he did a little squirm, possibly a dance. He looked back toward the window as we crept closer to the top, leaning forward, both of his hands splayed on the glass.
The elevator stopped, and he looked
